If You Could See the Sun

To live well, you must learn to see yourself first.

Henry, whose head is resting against my shoulder, the soft curls of his hair brushing my cheek, his features smooth and unguarded in sleep. And everything about this moment is so lovely and so fragile in its loveliness that I’m almost afraid to hold it. Afraid that the spell will break.

I would rather spend the rest of this train ride fighting with him than let him be trapped alone with his thoughts and fears again

Mama always says there are no ugly women, only lazy women—but from what I’ve gathered, it’s more like there are no ugly women, only broke women

“Everything’s a form of power,”

spent my whole life longing to be seen, but I’ve also come to realize that when people look too closely, they inevitably notice the ugly parts too, like how the tiny cracks on a polished vase only become visible under scrutiny

You’re still a kid, you know.”

it’s nice to have an adult tell me everything will be okay. Even if I’m not so sure that’s true.

not about happiness; it’s about power. It’s the thrill of being needed, of knowing things other people don’t.

Another author also said that the self and society are like the sea and the sky—a change in one reflects a change in the other.”